[QUOTE=NYBoatman;104009]Was this work with the dragon lady?[/QUOTE]
Yep Sure Was!
[QUOTE=captbbrucato;104017]The Rebecca K no doubt.[/QUOTE]
And We Have A Winner!
As for the Gun Fight.
The Mate always carried a 38 Special with him. The problem was he has shot it so much that it would USUALLY jam after the first shot. Now we had been loading for about 12 hours and most of the Deck Crew had gone up the street for a few. The mate came back a little tips,y to say the least. Well the Captain was pissed at him and told him so. The mate runs to his room which was next to mine and gets his 38. So now I am laying in my bunk and I hear all of this going on in the passage way. The next thing I hear is go ahead and shoot, which is followed by a gun shot. The next sound that I heard sounded like a ham had hit the bulkhead. Well that was not a ham but the Mates head! The first shot missed and the Captain knocked the Mate out with the first shot. When I asked the Captain about it he said the mate could not hit anything with that gun and also it always jammed after the first shot! By the way when we sailed the Mate was still on board and all was forgiven. I am not sure what happened to the gun though.
This is a True Story and I still wonder who was more crazy that night. The Mate for Shooting or the Captain for assuming the Mate would Miss!
[QUOTE=Tugs;104027]As for the Gun Fight.
The Mate always carried a 38 Special with him. The problem was he has shot it so much that it would USUALLY jam after the first shot. Now we had been loading for about 12 hours and most of the Deck Crew had gone up the street for a few. The mate came back a little tips,y to say the least. Well the Captain was pissed at him and told him so. The mate runs to his room which was next to mine and gets his 38. So now I am laying in my bunk and I hear all of this going on in the passage way. The next thing I hear is go ahead and shoot, which is followed by a gun shot. The next sound that I heard sounded like a ham had hit the bulkhead. Well that was not a ham but the Mates head! The first shot missed and the Captain knocked the Mate out with the first shot. When I asked the Captain about it he said the mate could not hit anything with that gun and also it always jammed after the first shot! By the way when we sailed the Mate was still on board and all was forgiven. I am not sure what happened to the gun though.
This is a True Story and I still wonder who was more crazy that night. The Mate for Shooting or the Captain for assuming the Mate would Miss![/QUOTE]
Absolutely hilarious and believable if you’ve been around long enough in this business. You just don’t get this sort of experience working 9-5 in a cubicle.
Tugs wins the thread…hands down! LOL
Yes that’s a winner alright and I know the boat your talking about but…I think I can beat that story (minus the gun fight ;). I don’t want to go into details but lets just say I’d volunteer to pump good ole American shit in NYC well before raising my hand again to pump shit in certain third world ports… especially one port I know where the options for cleaning up are limited considering that the local shower water doesn’t smell much better than the sewage.
Thankfully, I’ve never worked a job that left me covered in crap, not enough money in the world for that.
I did, however, work a fairly strange “job” while traveling overseas. I was asked by a Russian school teacher to come work at his summer camp in Mongolia, I obliged. I lived in a yurt/ger for 47 days without facilities or running water. He was supposed to be an English language teacher or that’s what the degree he made up and printed off in front of me stated. It only took a couple minutes and I too had a similar degree. Heck, he had 7 teachers there with certifications in teaching English and I was the only one that could speak more than 30 words of English, but people paid big money for their kids to “learn” English. The parents didn’t have high expectations though, I think we were more of a summer day-care service.
To make a very long and strange story short things became very Russian…a lot of vodka was drank, vehicles were burned, volleyball was played, nobody learned and nobody was paid.
I don’t know if it was really a lousy job, but it was certainly strange.
My answer would be to describe how I returned to the industry.
I was laid off from my ‘dream job’ aboard a tugboat. (at the young age of 21) I returned back to the job I had as a Teenager as a rigger at a Yachtyard. A couple of weeks later in the sweltering Fla heat, while staggering up the driveway (of the home I bought as a deckhand) after a 7:30 to 5:00 day of torture my wife looked at me and said: ‘That does it… You ARE going back to sea as soon as you find a job’ Now over 30 years later she never does complain about the work schedule, or the hours I work (when I am AT work) Because she knows the alternative jobs SUCK.
And whatever you do, as a young pup, don’t ever think this is a good example of ‘why you should enter the industry’!
My grandfather and father worked for her too.
Tugs must have had his DDE (Defecation,Doody, Excrement) unlimited for that gig. I thought a job chipping cement under a pier with no ear plugs or respirators (1978) was bad.
[QUOTE=Too bad steam is gone;104050]Tugs must have had his DDE (Defecation,Doody, Excrement) unlimited for that gig. I thought a job chipping cement under a pier with no ear plugs or respirators (1978) was bad.[/QUOTE]
This was the Dragons Lady in N.Y. and according to her Licenses were optional! I was not onboard when this happened but - Most of those working on the Rebeca K did not have the correct License so one time they were inbound from sea after dumping a load of Chemicals. The office must of paid big time to get the tip off but the C.G. was going to nail them when the entered the Port. So here comes the Tug Richard K (an old DPC that was a rust bucket to put it mildly) with a replacement crew. So, the C.G. boards to check everyone’s licenses and low and be hold all is good. The C.G. gets off and the Richard K brings the crew back, which was a good thing because the engineers had not a clue how to control the Mains as she was Direct Reversible. Now I am not saying that she had someone in the C.G. on her but someone got a nice little retirement nest egg.
Well since Tugs brought the subject up, I have to tell this story. I worked with one engineer a few years ago that had this weird fetish for digging around in the MSD to see what he could find. Mostly because we had divers onboard, they were always flushing stuff down the toilet and he wanted to bithch at them about it. To keep from naming names I will call this guy Fred.
Fred was a very special individual to say the least, he would put on the little cheap thin surgical gloves that barely cover your hand, then stick his whole arm down into the tank, and start fishing around.
One day Fred finds a bunch of stuff in the MSD tank so he puts it all in a 5 gallon bucket, and carries it up to the bridge to show the captain. Thinking he is going to get the captain to bitch the divers out.
Fred arrives on the bridge with his bucket and says hey captain I want you to look at this shit.
The unsuspecting captain goes over to look in the bucket, and starts yelling Jesus Christ Fred you just brought a bucket of shit up to the bridge!!!
Fred still thinking he needs to show the captain what the divers have flushed down the heads, say’s again, no cap you got to see this shit!!
The captain is now raising hell, telling fred I don’t want to see the shit fred now get the shit out of my bridge!!!
Fred repeats hisself no cap I want you to see this shit.
Captian yelling by this time no Fred I don’t want to see the shit, now get the shit off the bridge.
My bunk is one deck below the bridge so I get woke up with all the yelling and cusing, and run up to the bridge to see WTF is going on.
When I arrive on the bridge the captain runs over to me and starts pointing to fred, wanting to know what the flip is wrong with him, he just brought a bucket of shit up to the bridge. I just shake my head and go back down stairs, telling the captian nothing surprises me with this guy.
JCPenny’s “associate”, imagine the attitude of Quint with a look like Walt Whitman folding or trying to fold women’s jeans.
[QUOTE=ChiefRob;104061]Well since Tugs brought the subject up, I have to tell this story. I worked with one engineer a few years ago that had this weird fetish for digging around in the MSD to see what he could find. Mostly because we had divers onboard, they were always flushing stuff down the toilet and he wanted to bithch at them about it. To keep from naming names I will call this guy Fred.
Fred was a very special individual to say the least, he would put on the little cheap thin surgical gloves that barely cover your hand, then stick his whole arm down into the tank, and start fishing around.
One day Fred finds a bunch of stuff in the MSD tank so he puts it all in a 5 gallon bucket, and carries it up to the bridge to show the captain. Thinking he is going to get the captain to bitch the divers out.
Fred arrives on the bridge with his bucket and says hey captain I want you to look at this shit.
The unsuspecting captain goes over to look in the bucket, and starts yelling Jesus Christ Fred you just brought a bucket of shit up to the bridge!!!
Fred still thinking he needs to show the captain what the divers have flushed down the heads, say’s again, no cap you got to see this shit!!
The captain is now raising hell, telling fred I don’t want to see the shit fred now get the shit out of my bridge!!!
Fred repeats hisself no cap I want you to see this shit.
Captian yelling by this time no Fred I don’t want to see the shit, now get the shit off the bridge.
My bunk is one deck below the bridge so I get woke up with all the yelling and cusing, and run up to the bridge to see WTF is going on.
When I arrive on the bridge the captain runs over to me and starts pointing to fred, wanting to know what the flip is wrong with him, he just brought a bucket of shit up to the bridge. I just shake my head and go back down stairs, telling the captian nothing surprises me with this guy.[/QUOTE]
Isn’t “Fred” the same guy who found a used condom and waved it around??
Worst job was working on a crew doing post-storm cleanup after Hurricane Hugo in the project housing in St. Thomas, Virgin Islands.
Hurricanes suck. Then again, I am not telling anything new to lots of you here.
WHAT THE FUCK IS it WITH FUCKING DIVERS ANYWAY? WHY ARE THEY SUCH CRETINS AND SLOBS?
ARE THEY ANOTHER LIFE FORM WITHOUT SENSE OF WHAT SANITATION IS? OBVIOUSLY THEY ARE NOT HUMANS!
[QUOTE=c.captain;104093]WHAT THE FUCK IS it WITH FUCKING DIVERS ANYWAY? WHY ARE THEY SUCH CRETINS AND SLOBS?
ARE THEY ANOTHER LIFE FORM WITHOUT SENSE OF WHAT SANITATION IS? OBVIOUSLY THEY ARE NOT HUMANS![/QUOTE]
Without a doubt many have missed it, but WE HAVE BEEN WORNED ~ Today, IT’S THE DONALD.
[QUOTE=catherder;104075]Isn’t “Fred” the same guy who found a used condom and waved it around??[/QUOTE]
Shit no, it’s C.CAPTAIN ~ 
[QUOTE=catherder;104075]Isn’t “Fred” the same guy who found a used condom and waved it around??[/QUOTE]
Actually that was on the same boat, but a different character.
[QUOTE=c.captain;104093]WHAT THE FUCK IS it WITH FUCKING DIVERS ANYWAY? WHY ARE THEY SUCH CRETINS AND SLOBS?
ARE THEY ANOTHER LIFE FORM WITHOUT SENSE OF WHAT SANITATION IS? OBVIOUSLY THEY ARE NOT HUMANS![/QUOTE]
I worked on SAT boats for about 5 years, the first one I worked on a big foreign flager, we actually had American divers onboard when I first went to work there. Then we went to Mexico, and the Mexican divers made the Americans look like saints. After 2 years in Mexico, we went to Brazil. I thought no one would be able to top, the Mexicans shitting on the floor, shitting on the deck, walking into the galley naked, but the Brazilians proved me wrong, they were way worse. I still have not finished my counsling and therapy from my time down in that cess pool. In fact I need a shot of rum right now because I am starting to get hives just thinking about it. I got to go!